Curls 1

Have I told you about the time I met Keri Russell? This happened on a promotional tour she did during the first season of "Felicity". I was eagerly waiting in line along with everyone else until her manager, an older woman with rather garish make-up, slapped a kissy lips stamp on my hand and patted me on the back, indicating it was my turn.

I stepped inside and turned a few corners in the maintenance area until I found her. Keri was naked and on her knees. She looked momentarily annoyed until she saw me arriving and flashed a nice smile, which didn't look as practiced as I'd have thought despite the spurts she had been catching all over her face. Thick white goo was also running down her breasts and between them, bouncy droplets of it were hanging off her pointy nipples. Some of it had dribbled down her belly into her pubic hair where it had stuck just as well as the squirts which had hit her curls.

"Hi," she said, tossing her sperm-glued locks over her shoulders. She was looking up at me with big doe-eyes as her nimble fingers started opening my belt and zipper. There was a mirror behind her, in case I wanted to admire the nice shape of her naked ass and bouncy curls from that angle too.

"Umm, hi..." I said barely audibly, afraid to touch her, until I finally moved my hand onto her shoulder. The curls tickled but I had to try my best not to flinch when I felt something slimy in them touching my hand.

"So, you like the show?" she said, eyes blinking, as her fingers were

"Yeah, it's great," I said as she kissed the shaft and touched it lightly with her tongue, almost believing the words myself. I liked her, but I can't say I remembered much about the plot or any of the other characters.

"That's good, I wouldn't want to be doing this for nothing." Her lips were now touching the tip, still moist with someone else's semen, and her hand kept on stroking my balls.

Finally I dared to move my hands into her hair and to feel those famous curls at all their magnificence, although it was challenging to find a good grip which would avoid most of the slimy globs sticking to them. I was sighing deep and shifting my hips because of the constant warm stimulation.

She accelerated the pace and tried deepthroating. Her nose was bouncing against my pubic hair, but I didn't want to think what the goo was which I could feel on her chin as it touched my balls. I tried to politely caress her curls to make it easier for her to work her trade. These situations were always difficult, because I tried to last as long as possible, but she on the other hand had had a long day and lots of eager fans were still waiting for their turn in the line outside.

"Oh God, my balls are so full," I said, and my words caused some pre-emptive gagging which she politely tried to suppress the best she could.

"You're going to swallow it, aren't you?" I wondered out loud.

Her eyes seemed to flash angrily before switching back to a nice, sweet and agreeing gaze which I chose to believe in as I let her continue.

It took its time, her head kept bouncing at varying speeds and I kept sighing and groaning. She was probably starting to get frustrated because nothing was happening and she was a busy girl who didn't really have all this time to waste on me. She was making sounds, "M-m-m-m!" and looking at me with big pleading eyes which was a good representation of her range as an actor.

A sudden and surprising toe-curling ejaculation made me instinctively force her head down. Her curls were very useful for that since you could get such a good grip on them.

Keri didn't seem immediately appreciative. Her eyes had quickly pinched shut and she was making slimy sounds because the heavy spurts which originated from my balls were making her throat throb and contract violently because she couldn't stop the instinctive swallowing reactions. "Glk-gk-gk!"

However, as an ardent professional her fingers kept constantly and rapidly stroking my balls throughout the whole orgasm in a way which must have taken numerous hours of practice to achieve, especially so she could do it even in a situation like this.

When my balls had stopped throbbing I finally let her pull her warm lips away, although I retained a tight grip on her curls. I was still semi-hard and she was struggling to swallow the last significant mouthful without wincing too much, although her eyes were closed and her mouth turned downwards.

"Did you like it?" I asked as I pushed her face against my balls.

She tried to force a smile to appear on her face as she kissed both of them once and lied, "I love it so much," giving me a big-eyed dreamy gaze while obviously trying to suppress a gag at the same time. Her belly must have been pretty full at this point at this time in the afternoon, there was no way everyone had shot just on her face and tits despite what she looked like at this point. "Thank you," she politely said after forcing it down.

I was feeling nice and warm all over, knowing my load had been especially good for her out of the hundreds which had come and would yet be coming. I hoped she would always remember me like I would her.

She nodded towards a door behind her and said: "Out through the back. Get a signed photo from the pile. Next!" This was an indication for me that my time was up and a signal for her manager, who must have been listening through an earpiece and a hidden mic, to send the next fanboy in from the line.

I'm sure most of you know she cut her hair and changed her manager soon after this tour. I later saw a video of a gangbang from the show's set where a guy pulls out at the last second and Keri flinches and twitches when the spurts strike her face and hair and the wall behind the bed. That must have been the last straw, although it was still followed by a double penetration where the guys simultaneously shot so much into her that her whimpers sounded like it made her womb bulge and stretch.

I can't say I question her decisions, but I must say our meeting certainly had been a nice experience for me and many others. I often rewind to the spot where she is with her legs open and the two guys ram hard into her and deliver their loads, watching how her hips move and thighs shudder as it happens. She keeps eye contact with the guy on top, looking at him like I wished she looked at me, and her hand is on his hips. The guy on the bottom has his hands on hers, holding them like I'd like to hold them when I'd shoot into her like they did. I feel like we could have had something wonderful like that together, so I hope we will yet meet again some day.